I
used to think I was mad to want to be a saint, but now what have I got to
fear? People’s opinions? Loss of a teaching job? I am living outside this context. I make my own sanctity. How else?
Suffering and humility are forced upon my otherwise wild ego by lugging
baggage in Greyhound.
I
started out as a fair-haired boy in academic Columbia.
(from The Essential
Ginsberg by Allen Ginsberg)
6*/10. The complete review is here.
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